"What's bothering Seventh Grandpa?"
Liu Qingyang handed the wine flask to the old man and asked curiously.
"What else could it be, just some young punk irritating me," Zhuge Huai replied, sitting on a tree branch, sipping Phoenix Fruit Wine.
As Zhuge Huai finished speaking, the young girl standing in the courtyard had a glint flash through her eyes, "So, the person Seventh Grandpa met is a skilled alchemist?"
"I think he was just lucky, hmph," Zhuge Huai snorted coldly.
The girl under the tree covered her mouth and giggled.
In the tavern, many cultivators who didn't choose to shop were resting here.
On the second floor, by the window, sat an elderly man with silver hair and a young man dressed in modern attire.
With Earth's spiritual energy revival, most young cultivators in the sect chose modern clothing, so it's common to see them in suits or casual wear.
"Junior Sister, you're finally back, did you get the amber crystal?"
